I walk right past the guy, smiling, knowing that his heart is practically beating out of his chest. I don’t know what it is, but seeing a man like that squirm is a crazy sight. To his surprise, I grab his hand.

“Let’s skip the movie,” I say.

“Fuckin’ Halloway,” he whispers, with anger, balling his fist up.

“Let’s go back to my place instead. I can show you that light that needs fixing.” I smile.

His eyebrows rise and a short smile creeps onto his face. “Sure, ma’am,” he mimics himself. “I’ll get it up and running for you.”

I’ve never felt so much tension coming from anyone before. Normally, men just expect this kind of treatment. I think Addison probably does with most women, but for some reason, he acts different around me. He acts like he actually likes me. So, when we’re in his car, I turn to him and look in his eyes, trying to figure him out.

“What do you want with me?” I ask, adjusting my seat back. He instantly eyes me up and down.

“Is that a trick question?” He grins. “I think you know what I want.”

And it happens like that. He reaches down between my thighs and pushes the lever under my seat. He presses it down until it clicks. The whole time he is steadily watching my eyes. He slides my seat back and moves over me. Our breathing intensifies. We both want each other so fucking bad that it hurts. We’re both aching for one another. Whatever hesitance I once had about him has gone right out the window.

We push our foreheads together and for a few seconds, we continue to stare. I smile and everything crumbles around me. He kisses me again and his cologne sweeps into my senses. He smells like a man should. Oak, whiskey, and the faint smell of sawdust from working.

Our lips crash against the shores of our desires and the feeling we both feel is akin to mountains falling apart near the sea. I close my eyes and feel his body close to mine, as our breathing connects into a rhythm unknown to me. The truth is, I haven’t felt this way since high school. I haven’t been this turned on since then, because all men seem to let me down by being too eager. He rides the line just right.

Maybe it’s because I’m new in town. Maybe it’s because he fulfills more fantasies than one. Or maybe me crashing into him the other day was just fate. I can’t be sure. All I know is his hand is crawling up my skirt and I’m loving every second of it. His palm cups around my panties, just like the other day at school. Only this time, he grips harder.

I push my body closer to him and he grabs my hips and holds me steady. “What’re we doing?” he asks, pulling himself back.

“Driving to my place so you can fix my lights, right?” I smile and bite my bottom lip.

“Oh, yeah. Right.” He smiles right back, looking dapper as ever. He’s hot. Really fucking hot. Charming even.

He dips his head back down and kisses my neck. Endorphins shoot inside my brain, goose pimples push against every corner of my body, and my heart seems to feel more alive than it has ever felt before. I open my legs further and he pushes against them. I unzip his pants and he comes barreling out. I’m astonished.

I mean, really. Astonished. I reach down and feel his huge splendorous cock and I actually feel a little afraid. “It’s been a while, for me,” I say.

“Don’t worry,” he says. “I’ll be gentle.”

He pushes my body toward the back of the vehicle, until my legs are practically over his shoulders. He licks around the edges and then looks up at me. “Real men eat pussy,” he says, which actually makes me incredibly wet.

He licks my inner thighs, inching his way closer to my lips. He reaches up cups my tits, circling his fingers around my nipples. I’m paralyzed by the anticipation of it all. Finally, his tongue meets my lips and enters me. He breathes in deep and pulls out, swirling it around each fold. He’s tender and methodical, and every so often he pulls his face back to wipe my wetness around my clit.

“You wanted this bad,” he says. “Admit it. You’re soaking wet.”

I nod, unable to even breathe properly. The way he eats me is like no other guy. I’ve had one night stands, long-term boyfriends, and men that tell me they loved me. None of them went down on me on the first date. None of them ate my pussy like he does. He inserts two fingers inside of me and I’m fucking done for. I squirm. I writhe. I beg.

“I know you want it,” he says, tonguing around my clit. He pulls back my hood and wraps his whole mouth around me. He sucks on me like a delicious pear. His tongue slides up and down, in and out, with a rhythm I can’t keep up with. Soon enough, my whole body seems to shake. No, it’s both my vision and my body.

My senses no longer seem the same. I feel so different now. I—

I lose it. I fucking lose it, all over him. My pussy trembles with ecstasy, as I fall down the rabbit hole into complete satisfaction and shock. It’s nothing I’ve ever felt before. He stands above me, stroking his cock with one hand, while fingering me wildly with the other. But he knows just which buttons to press. That’s when I realize, handymen know how to fix everything.

He begins moaning with me, pressing against my g-spot. His hand circles around his shaft, until finally I see it bulge to an unearthly size. “I’m cumming,” he says. He strokes himself until thick streams of cum shoot out above my pussy. Some of it shoots higher, onto my stomach. He leans over, kissing me while strenuously moaning. This turns me on to no end.

He kisses me and pulls back, sucking on my tongue. Then, he falls back down again and kisses my pussy, despite his cum. He doesn’t give a fuck about being messy. All he cares about is pleasing me. He licks my pussy, until we’re both gasping for air.

When he jumps back into his seat, I have to lean over and kiss him again. “That was…” I can’t even finish my sentence. How can you describe something so insanely good? There are no words.

“Uh, yeah,” he says. I can’t help but notice that he tastes of my pussy. I look at his arms and they’re bulging against the seams. God, dammit, he’s too hot. Why does he have to be this hot?

He starts the engine of his car and I’m still reeling from my orgasm. He puts his foot on the pedal and smiles. “What a movie,” he says. We both laugh, staring at the dark roads passing us by. The trees on the side of the road have light snow attached to them. I have his cum attached to my panties. The world works in mysterious, erotic ways. I can’t get around it. I’m a teacher and this is how my mind thinks. If only Principal Kneeves knew who I really was. Or Judy, for that matter.

When we pull into my driveway, he stops and we sit in silence. The radio is off and I’m pretty sure that just about everyone in the city is at home, asleep. Here we are, wide awake and ready for more debauchery. Our eyes meet, but there’s no words to say.

“So, you going to show me those broken lights, or what?” he asks me. I burst out laughing, opening the car door.

Oh, boy.